Chapter 241
The car pulled up downstairs at the City Hospital. Before getting out, Aubree glanced at Bowen. "Aren't you coming with me?" she thought.
Bowen smiled gently, his eyes full of doting affection, as if an iceberg had melted into a warm ocean. "Go ahead. You can handle this."
His Breeze was smart, rational, and brave. She would grow step by step into an unshakable, towering tree. What he would do was clear the unnecessary obstacles from her path.
Lynn remained in a ward with her grandparents. Stanley had accompanied Arthur to the Military Hospital, leaving Lynn and Arthur's parents, who desperately tried to block the reporters attempting to barge in for an interview.
Ethan and Samson were leading a team of bodyguards, clearing the path. The moment the reporters spotted Aubree, they lunged forward like a pack of starved wolves catching the scent of prey.
Fortunately, Ethan and his team were there, stopping the frenzied reporters from getting anywhere near her.
"Would you please step aside? I need to speak with Mrs. Morgan," Aubree said politely.
Aubree was polite. The two elders recognized her and glared at her with undisguised hatred, wishing they could tear her apart.
"You murderer! Is ruining my grandson not enough for you? And now you’re after my daughter-in-law, too? Get out!" the two shouted.
At that moment, Ethan and his team had already pushed the reporters out into the hallway, while Samson and two bodyguards stayed to protect Aubree. Therefore, the two only snarled empty threats and did nothing.
"Without me here, those reporters would’ve already barged in, right? Mrs. Morgan clearly doesn’t want to be seen. Should I call them back?" Aubree’s smile remained unchanged, yet it sent chills down the elderly couple’s spines.
"We’ve lived our whole lives, and yet we were frightened by this little brat?" the two thought to themselves.
But what exactly did she mean by those words?" they wondered.
The elderly couple exchanged uneasy glances. Without their son’s presence, they were at a loss. But he did say that no one was allowed to be near his daughter-in-law; the pregnancy must be kept a secret, they thought.
Aubree wasn’t in a hurry; she was waiting. The commotion outside was loud enough for Lynn to hear from the room.
True enough, her voice came from the ward. "Miss Miller, talk to me if there’s anything. Please don’t make things difficult for my in-laws. They’re elderly and can’t take stress," Lynn said.
"Interesting! They could stand up to bodyguards but crumble at my words?" Aubree thought, speechless for a moment. "But none of that really matters; as long as I achieve my goal..."
Aubree stepped into the ward, with Samson standing guard outside, and even Arthur’s grandparents couldn’t get close.
Lynn sat by the window; her baby bump was prominent. Just by appearance alone, she looked thoughtful and intelligent. The Morgan family was indeed a well-educated household. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have placed such high expectations on their child.
"Miss Miller, what do you want to talk to me about? Let me make it clear. The Morgan family will not take back our words," Lynn said. The unspoken meaning was clear: she had no intention of betraying Ronald.
Aubree hummed in acknowledgment and took a seat. "Mrs. Morgan, please don’t get agitated. It’s not good for the baby," she said.
Lynn instinctively shielded her pregnant belly with both hands. Seeing the scene, a pang of inexplicable sorrow welled up inside Aubree.
"Arthur’s just a kid. He merely wants to break free from his parents’ so-called ‘good intentions.’ Yet they treat him as if he were disposable, tossing him aside without a second thought. Isn’t that what happened to me in my previous life!" she thought.
"No, he was braver. He dared to fight back while in my previous life, I had only obeyed," Aubree thought.
"I’d like to talk with you about how Arthur ended up in this vegetative state, relying on various life support systems to keep his vital signs going," Aubree said.
Lynn’s face darkened. She had made up her mind that no matter what Aubree said, she wouldn’t listen to her.
Aubree studied her expression and thought, "So, you think the more you say, the more likely you’ll slip up and refuse to talk to me? Still, your expression has answered many of my questions!"